Grievous Bodily Harmonies
Ashenspire
A chloroform rag over cold-sore lips
Deathly thin, and typhus skin
A smog to smother her
The unwanted daughter
The waster down to fall and fester
Asthmatic engines spluttering
Pigeon men muttering
Hydroxyl haze insistent
Both licentious and persistent
From their corrupted lungs
Come the words of corrupted tongues
Seraphs in unison, lingering, as perfume
Hesitatent, under rapture, again
Sell me short, my love
To creeping shame we've no shortage of
Day after day among leeches and pepper spray
Feckless angel leering over frozen virgin frame
Sell me short
Stop
Stop
Stop
The clock Won't stop
It won't stop
Stop
Stop
